Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

The fluffy hamster smacked its big, black eyes twice and looked at Kong Jiu with a sincere expression.

"What's wrong? Kong, don't you want to liberate the lower city, liberate the whole of Hills?"

"Uh, I do want to."

Kong Jiu stared at the large hamster, a complex look in his eyes. "However, I am somewhat interested in your identity as someone from the other world."

"Oh, I'd be happy to share with you, Kong. But for now, let's focus on how to deal with this traitor, shall we?"

The eerie green gaze slowly returned to Wintert. "Continue, leader of the Great Vortex, continue to explain your duties and promises."

"Yes."

Windat showed no displeasure at being interrupted and continued, "To sever the Iron Curtain's control over Hills, we must destroy it simultaneously from four dimensions: the laws of physics, the concept of the subspace, the faith, and collective cognition..."

Farah's Purple Light Cult aims to first cut off the Iron Curtain's supply through faith. Even if it cannot be completely cut off, it should subtly cultivate a force within Hills that dares to blaspheme.

The Vortex Warband is responsible for procuring weapons and, once the physical anchor points of the Iron Curtain are located, for launching a powerful attack to destroy them.

"And you, Lord Rat God, didn't explain these two crucial points to me: the concept of subspace and collective cognition..."

Wendart's voice gradually lowered until it stopped completely, as he stared at the pair of bright green eyes in the shadows.

"Looks like your brain hasn't completely gone haywire from the enhancer..."

"Lord Rat God, I ingested military-grade enhancement agents; they don't affect my brain..."

Did I give you permission to speak?

"..."

Squich's fangs twitched slightly, making a soft, clattering sound like a bird's beak striking, a reminder to Wintert to be mindful of his identity.

"Then explain why you used the military equipment we obtained from the men to attack Farah."

The four missiles were obtained by Squich in exchange for a bag of precious gold dimension stones of equal weight from Wendart; each one was priceless.

These products of modern technology are far superior to individual soldier equipment such as power armor and gravity guns.

It can be said that whether it is the steel power armor or the most handy gravity gun or pulse gun, they all require corresponding human power to unleash their power, and the more skilled the user, the better.

But a missile, with just one coordinate, can raze a target location to the ground, permanently destroying its physical existence and eliminating any future threats.

From Squiche, Conguille learned more or less about what the creation in the sky was.

Iron Curtain.

It possesses multiple functions, including natural phenomena, artificial fields, and ultra-large complex barriers.

The storm belt that encircles the entire Amerigo Vessel is the most visible and well-known Iron Curtain.

This seemingly natural barrier continuously blocks the outflow of information, attracting illegal immigrants to this free country, while ruthlessly exploiting them.

Kong Jiu also discovered from the jade tablet's perception that there was a hidden iron curtain above Hills, secretly exploiting every Hills person and causing them to fall step by step into the danger of death.

Squich really wanted to destroy that thing.

Why?

Because it is Squich.

Survival by any means necessary, unrestrained chaos, the embodiment of unbridled growth, the agent of the Great Horned Rat in this realm, the calamity lord formed from the collective will of all the weak in Hills, Squich.

Every dying sigh of "Amerigo shouldn't have done this" reached Squich's ears and became the driving force to destroy the Iron Curtain.

After decades of research, Squich finally devised a way to destroy its existence.

We need to completely erase the meaning of this barrier from four dimensions.

Missiles are the key to destroying the Iron Curtain program's physical anchors and are of paramount importance to the program.

Therefore, Wendart's decision to fire his only four missiles at "his own people" in a sense was undoubtedly a betrayal.

"King Squich, Lord Rat God, please let me explain!"

Wendart pointed to the cell phone in Kong Jiu's hand and hurriedly called out a name.

"The people at Purdue Pharma told me they were willing to help us procure weapons on a large scale—Purdue Pharma!"

Purdue Pharmaceuticals.

Everyone knows the name Amerigo.

Peace, pleasure, depravity, and depravity—these are all synonyms for Pudu Pharmaceuticals.

The only thing missing is health.

This small pharmaceutical company, which mainly produced placebos with no curative effect, was once inconspicuous.

But more than a decade ago, Amerigo Veterans passed a law:

Antibiotics may cause the human body to develop resistance, which could lead to the emergence of superviruses.

Antibiotics were strictly banned nationwide, and instead, various placebo drugs were used.

Chad, the son of Conjugation, once fell seriously ill due to a cold.

After being rushed to the hospital, the doctor examined the patient but did not prescribe any appropriate medication.

Because this doctor is a general practitioner, not a pediatrician.

All he could do was prescribe a bunch of painkillers and ask old Chad, who was holding his grandson, if he wanted to schedule an appointment with a pediatrician for further examination.

The appointment process involves a three-month waiting list and costs $800.

Old Chad, carrying a pile of painkillers and his feverish grandson, returned home cursing and swearing, and only then did he meet Kong Jiu.

Sedatives, painkillers, placebos, soothing capsules...

Because of this law, patients have the right to request doctors to prescribe such drugs, and doctors can also receive a larger cut from pharmaceutical companies when prescribing these drugs.

Purdue Pharma, a pharmaceutical company that specializes in producing placebos, has grown into the largest pharmaceutical company in America with unstoppable momentum.

If Purdue Pharmaceuticals is willing to provide financial assistance, it will certainly not be a small-scale effort.

At this point, Wintert's mustache stood on end with excitement: "Their investment premise is very simple, with only two requirements: First, prove that the entire Hills can develop a stable market for enhancers."

"Oh?" Kong Jiu frowned. "Then how will you prove it?"

"Why would I need to prove anything?"

Winter shook his head. "From entertainment stars partying and relaxing to laborers going to work to relieve chronic pain, the market for tonics and stabilizers is already unimaginably large. We don't need to develop it at all!"

Previously, these transactions were considered smuggling, and Purdue Pharmaceuticals was unaware of them on paper! After I reported the demand, they were all quite surprised.

A look of disgust appeared on Kong Jiu's face.

Undeniably, Amerigo has long entered an era of rampant use of enhancement drugs.

Otherwise, there wouldn't have been any rat people.

Kong Jiu nodded with a grim expression, signaling him to continue.

Wendart gestured for Kong to hand over the phone, then pulled up the chat history. "So, I made a deal with them."

He pulled up the chat window, wanting to show it to Squich, but he didn't dare step into that shadow and glimpse that terrifying presence again.

"Is this rat really that scary?"

Kong Jiu took the phone with a puzzled look and presented it to Squich.

The chat history is as follows:

Purdue Pharma's market assessment: "Windart Erebus, the higher-ups are very satisfied with the market potential you reported, so there's only one problem left for our collaboration."

Is the Purple Light Sect really as formidable an obstacle as you describe?

Windart: "You can come to Hills Downtown, and my men can escort you so you can see their evil magic for yourself."

Purdue Pharma's market assessment: "Me? Personally conduct risk assessments in the slums? Winterdart, are you just being humorous, or are you looking down on me?"

Wintert: "I didn't mean that. So what are your plans?"

Purdue Pharma Market Assessment: "I heard from Stark that you purchased four Cyclone Sharks?"

Wintert: "Yes."

Purdue Pharma's market assessment: "One shot."

The session was interrupted at this point.

Wintert did not reply until the following day.

Wintert: "Sir, our think tank conducted countless simulations last night. A single whirlwind shark can blow up half a city block. Isn't that too high a price to pay?"

Purdue Pharma Market Assessment (instant reply): "Give it a shot."

Purdue Pharma's market assessment: "You know how terrifying the Cyclone Shark equivalent is. If this can't eliminate your arch-rival, it will greatly help our company reassess the risks."

Time stood still yesterday.

It was after Conju informed the two organizations that war was about to break out that Wintert replied to the message.

Wintert: "Launch successful. I've sent you the parameters via private email. Farah intercepted the Whirlwind Shark. Please receive."

After reading the chat log, Conju and Squich both turned their gazes toward Wintert.

"That's a good reason."

Squich's whiskers twitched slightly. "But, you hit him just because he tells you to?"

What if he thinks Fara's existence is too much of a hindrance to market expansion and simply runs away?

Wintert was speechless.

He admitted that his act of launching missiles to gain trust did indeed have an element of gambling.

"Ding-dong!"

Just then, my phone beeped.

Purdue Pharma's market assessment: "We've reviewed it, and the threat level is indeed very high. Looks like we'll have to send you some flexible, one-on-one weaponry."

Then a picture was sent.

It was a cross, with two black leaves tied to each end. From the leaves to the cross itself, it was covered with some kind of inscription.

No, it's not a cross, it's a drone.

It's a drone covered in inscriptions, looking sharp and menacing.

Purdue Pharma's market assessment: "Anti-Psionic Drone Swarms, what do you think?"